Redsand Canyon I never stay in one place too long

oh no

She was ahead and she knew it. She could hear the tight way he delivered the phrase, and she could almost feel the way he paused as if considering two roads. But suddenly... inexplicably... she wanted to take that second road.

She had him and couldn't let go.

Your road. I guess it could be worse. It was mean even for her. She didn't regret it. Now she was just twisting the bit of knife she had. I could still hope to love him after he abandoned me. At least I can hate mine and try to be done with it. Realism has nothing to do with it.

She had the familiar sensation of playing with fire, or of walking a ledge a little too close to the sheer drop beside. It was intoxicating.